☆ Spark to Heart — Transformers x Human!Reader Valentine's HCs ☆
Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Prompt for all of these is the bots reacting to Reader introducing them to the human Valentine's traditions!
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Autobots:
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus takes the concept very seriously, encouraging his teammates to try and partake in it to respect human customs. He gets very flustered when you give him a present for the holiday, attempting to hide his blush behind his battlemask as he 'professionally' accepts
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Cliffjumper ends up overthinking it a bit. He keeps second-guessing what would be perfect enough. He doesn't want to get something too obvious, but what else is there? What he does rather than a gift is setting up a stargazing date for you both
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ratchet almost wants to skip the holiday, he doesn't really see the point of it. But when finding out it's a way of showing affection, he subtly picks it up. Gave you a heart-shaped box of little energon cubes. Even if you can't really eat them, the thought alone was touching, especially with how embarrassed he was delivering it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Jazz immediately sets out to make you a mix of music. He rapid-downloads all the cheesy human love songs he can find. When listening it to you, he tries to sing along to some of them, only knowing about 1/3rd of the words. It's the time with you that matters, especially seeing you laugh at his attempts
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wheeljack immediately begins building something for you, and spends the next few weeks working through lab explosions. At the end of it, he gives you a custom-made gift— a heart that folds out to reveal a ring that ended up being the perfect bracelet size for you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Bumblebee takes to the idea immediately, and he snags a bunch of ideas for human customs. You get practically smothered in flowers he grabbed a servofull of out of a field, and he makes sure you have a plush that's of ample side (to him it was rather small, to you it was almost twice your size)
Decepticons:
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Megatron completely brushes off the idea once you tell it to him. A holiday all about love. How cliché, and disgustingly human. And yet, you wake up with a small bundle of roses and a little note waiting for you in the morning, and Megatron just so happened to clear his schedule... just a coincidence, he insists
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Soundwave is rather apathetic to the concept. He barely interacts with bots when it comes to romance, so his approach to humans isn't much different on the surface. On the day of, he has a schedule of hangouts for you to do together all planned out, and a collection of traditional Cybertronian songs for you to listen to
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream absolutely laughs at the notion. That's really something humans dedicate so much time and energy to? So simple, so inane. But... you are free then, right? Because he is, and he supposes there's a spot nearby that would be nice for a lunch. And maybe he picked up a box of those stupid chocolates that are in all the human commercials. Don't look to much into it, he says
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shockwave looks at it from, of course, a logical view. He tries to think about how societally it makes sense to prioritize those types of relationships, even if he's never really had time for them. He'll also show up day of with a little bowtie and an invitation to dinner for you. It's customary to have a date, and he tells you outright that you were his first pick
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thundercracker might not see the point, but he's absolutely down to hang out with you. You've been his favorite human since the beginning, why not? He doesn't really know what to do, but any time you make a romantic gesture to him, he flushes in blush and ends up nervously and very gently holding your hand
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Skywarp takes the opportunity to have fun, inviting you out with him the second he knows it's free time off of work. He offers to take you for a flight, out for some pranks, really just anything you want to make the most of the day. At the end he even gives you a gentle kiss atop your head as a thanks for the fun
"Turbulence" GN BOT Reader x Cliffjumper, Brawn, Bumblebee, Rumble
Summary: He doesn't want to sit in your lap just because he's short and you guys don't have the space. So when you ask if he wants you to sit in his lap instead, he agrees without another thought. He however did not think of the consequences...
Theme/Genre: Half crushing your short friend/half accidentally getting them hot and bothered.
Notes: Readers a bigger bot than the mechs here! (Not said how much bigger just bigger, pick a size!)
Cliffjumper grunts when your weight actually fully settles on himself. And Sunstreakers asking him if he can't handle the size difference between you two- like pit Cliffjumper can't! This was- practically nothing! It's also less humiliating than sitting in your lap! When you try to get off him, Cliffjumper actually grabs you by your hips and pulls you back down on him. Because he's fine! This is nothing. He's not weak enough for something like this to bother him! Cliffjumpers glaring at Sunstreaker over the side of your frame. The lamborghini just scoffs and goes to his own seat. Cliffjumper's scowl stays on his faceplate till after Skyfire actually starts flying for a while.
You're heavy, yeah, no slag. You were above his size class, and it was really obvious with you sitting on him like this. With all your weight resting on his pelvis and the front of his chassis. His cheek basically resting on your back plating, when Skyfire says to get ready for turbulence since they need to go through a thunderstorm. So Cliffjumpers' whole frame nearly bounces with you when Skyfires frame shakes. His cheek scraping on your back plating and his thighs scraping on the bottom of your own. When your weight comes back downwards this time Cliffjumper grunts and has to bite back an embarrassing sound when your aft grinds down on his modesty panel.
And Cliffjumpers optics brighten, and his plating fluffs as much as it can with you pressing down on half of it. Oh, slag. Ohhhhh, slag no. Cliffjumper barely has the time to realize what was happening before another jolt makes you both buck up. Your frame comes back against his own yet again and its making his array want to become active just like that. Okay- don't panic. Do not panic. Cliffjumper is now hyper aware of how he's practically clinging to your frame and his servos twitch when he realizes how hard he's gripping you. Don't think about it-! Cliffjumper forces his plating to lax as much as it can and his servos to hold you light.
When you arrive, he gasps audibly when your weight finally leaves him properly, and you ask if he's okay. "Yeah! Definitely- why the frag wouldn't I be-?!" Hound's giving him a look, obviously wondering what's gotten Cliffjumper so heated. And Whatever-!
He's stuck thinking about you pressing against him for the rest of the day. Cliffjumper nearly screams when the memory still plagues his processor when he spots you the day after.
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In this case, Brawn is actually the one who comes up with the idea. But he says it more to be an aft than actually expecting you to agree to the idea. Your frame unexpectedly thunking down on top of him has his servos latching onto your waist. Because what did you think you were doing-!? But you just say he offered, so you were taking the offer. Trailbreaker laughs and asks him if he can't handle the size difference between you two- and Brawn laughs at the thought. Brawn has fought off multiple seekers with nothing but his servos. Your sparkdamn weight was practically nothing to him!
It actually isn't that bad considering his own bulk and strength. It was mostly just being pressed more into his seat. Skyfire warns he's going to have to take a sharp turn due to flight traffic and to hold on. The turn is sharper than a sparkdamn blade and makes you rock forward more, than back even harder. Your back pressing flat against the front of his chassis. His servos grip onto your waist and chassis where he can reach as his fuel tank gets sloshed with the rest of him. When Skyfire straightens back out, you pull off his front, and your weight resettled right down on his lap. And Brawn lately realizes how you're basically riding him right now.
Well, not basically. You were riding him. Aft on his lap and modesty panel. Thighs on top of Brawn's own. Brawn can feel his optic ridge raise, and his mouth sets sideways when he realizes it. He makes his grip on your frame loosen so he doesn't dent his digit pads right into you. Didn't wanna be giving you those just from a little trip around in Skyfire. You rock against his panel firm when Skyfire tilts, and Brawn half entertains the thought of purposely grinding back against you. He dismisses it just as quick. It's not like you knew what thoughts you were accidentally putting in his helm. But Brawn does let his optics wonder over the curve of your spinal strut and lower back for the rest of the trip.
When you get there and peel yourself off of him, you ask if you squished him too much. "Huh? Hardly! Takes more than a little bit of weight to take ol' Brawn down. It was like you were barely there."
Though the curve of your spinal strut and the feeling of your waist under his servos was... probably going to be sticking in Brawn's processor a bit longer than the sparkdamn trip.
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Bumblebee's servos fly onto your hips instinctively when your weight settles on his thighs and pelvis. You ask if he's okay or if you should try him in your lap instead-? And no- no. Bumblebee was fine. He's fine. It's totally fine. He wasn't completely fragile or anything. Sure, you were- a bit heavier than him. But he could totally do this for the duration of the trip. You tell him you'll try and keep most your frame weight on your legs so you don't crush him. And he's humming in confirmation so his words don't come out strained.
He tries to keep his thoughts busy so he doesn't think too hard about how you're kinda squishing him against the chair. Skyfire says to watch for bumps since the winds picking up fast. And It's innocent, and you barely shift against him to just- adjust your weight when Skyfire jolts. Bumblebee is suddenly very aware of how your aft is kinda sorta settled on his modesty panel. He swallows and actually takes in the position you two are in. His servos on your hips- your aft on his panel- your frame weight fully on him. Oh- no! Oh no. Bumblebee can feel his array try becoming active, and he's praying to Primus it doesn't fully wake up. His plating twitching and his optics brightening more than they should be.
Bumblebee was going to have to leave- he was gonna have to leave the Autobots and change his designation and disappear never to be seen or heard from again! Bumblebee's em field clamps down on himself the same time as his plating when you shift your pedes just slightly. And he's screaming internally and trying to count the plating on your back to keep himself distracted. Which was not actually a very good distraction from you-! It feels like it takes vorns to get to your rather short destination, and when you get up off of him, he audibly sighs in relief.
"... Am I fine-? Yeah-! Yes." Bumblebee laughs, just a touch bit obviously flustered. "Totally fine. Yes." Sideswipe laughs, and Bumblebee stands back up and makes his way out of Skyfire as quickly as he can without it looking like he's actually running from you.
And Bumblebee just knows this experience is gonna haunt him for the next few recharges... at least. He really hopes he can look you in the optics correctly the next time you run into each other and not stare at your hips.
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Rumbles, sure, as slag ain't sitting in Astrotrain's cargo storage! So he rushes for the seat in Astrotrain- so what he nearly knocks you over diving through your legs. He just grins and gets comfortable in his seat- and then you fragging sit on him! "Get your fat aft off of me-!" Rumble was half squished between your big stupid aft and the seat!Skywarp cackled and taunted Rumble, asking whats the matter with him- that Rumble couldn't handle another Decepticon just sitting in his lap-?! "Frag off Skywarp-!" Rumble can handle you! He wasn't weak by any standards- let alone by Decepticon standards!
Rumble relents and lets his servos stop warping the metal on your thighs in protest. You stop putting your entire frame weight on him when he stops fighting you. Rumble huffs when it doesn't feel like you're gonna crush him anymore and instead just feels like you're lying against him and on his pelvis. Which still heavy, but not nearly the same. Then Astrotrain says there's an asteroid belt they have to go through and to enjoy the mess of a ride till then. You both almost fly off the seat when Astrotrain jerks hard in one direction. Before he corrects and you both go sliding back. Rumbles back knocks against the back of Astrotrain with you sliding after and rocking right against his- his sparkdamn panel-!?
Rumbles servos had flown onto your waist when you'd both started getting shaken. And now he's realizing he can feel the dips and details of your plating under his digit pads- while you're just sitting on his panel- Oh. Yeah. Yeah. Rumble was in a pretty fragging dirty position with you right now, wasn't he? Astrotrain jerks again, and you both just go jumping when he does. Your aft grinds down on him again, and Rumble chokes on the gasp that comes outta himself. You shift right after, and Rumble grits his denta- play it cool- Play it cool! He's not about to pop his spike over something- stupid like this! Not in front of everyone else-! And not because of you sitting on his lap!
When you get there, you stand up and actually ask if he's okay- Rumble has to remind himself he needs to activate his vocalizor if he wants to talk. "Yeah-! Fragging fine-! It was like nothing even happened." He crossed his arms over his chassis, trying not to look at the dents he'd first made in your hips when this started.
So- so fragging what if he's still thinking about it a few days later!? It doesn't slagging matter at all! It was just- just some accidental friction. Something dumb and little like that wouldn't get Rumble going. No- absolutely not.
VHAOS I'VE MISSED YOU SO SOO MUCH!💗💜🌌 And as an request i have something special, since im over the MOON for your storys i wanted to request how TFP ALL of the Autobots and Decepticons would be like if thare s/o has
Wait for it...
VERY BIG AND VERY THICC THIGHS PLUS VERYYYY MASSIVE AND VERYYYY JUICE CHEST PLATE, im sorry if this is a bit 👀spicy👀 i know, but I had this request in mind for DAYS!
I hope your doing well and DO NOT overwork yourself im begging you🙏
Anyway
🌌💜💗LOVE YOU💗💜🌌
MOON-BESTIEEE, I've missed you too /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ LOVING THE REQUEST, as a chubby girly with thick thighs I approve. ~(￣▽￣)~*
(TFP) Autobots & Decepticons w/ Cybertronian!Reader who is THICC
WARNINGS: Kind of suggestive. Reader is a cybertronian, gender neutral and with a predetermined frame type: bigger body type, thick thighs, aft and big chest. Romantic leaning (reader is in a relationship with the bots: individual).
OPTIMUS PRIME
He can't help but sigh in love whenever he sees you - you are a walking dream with such a precious frame that not only makes you look attractive, but shows off your strength.
Whenever Optimus gets the chance to hold you, he finds comfort on leaning his helm against your chestplate or thighs. He always asks if its okay, of course! (Melts whenever you coo at him or caress his helm.)
Even when you two are already together, Optimus is quite shy and can't help but get all timid and blushy around you. A big shy nerd and his badass big conjux.
BUMBLEBEE
Another shy mech, but a little bit more brave to show his affections towards you. Loves to snuggle his faceplate against yours and hug you.
Bumblebee always plays your fave Earth music and dance with you (may or may not have once played Baby's got back by Sir Mix-A-Lot.)
Once it's night time and you two are all alone, Bee begs to have you sit on his lap and let him keep his servos on your hips or thighs and touch, grope and caress. Loves to beep praises to you and how pretty you are.
RATCHET
Thicc thighs save lives and he knows it.
Ratchet is both a tsundere that is quick to get all embarrassed (and needy) whenever you show off your frame and a pro at flirting and knowing what to say to make you melt.
Any little insecurity you have about your big frame is met with his sincere and energetic praising. He is ready to kiss you down and remind you why your frame is perfect.
May or may not want to have your thighs crush his helm wHO SAID THAT
ARCEE
Sits on your lap or has you sitting on her lap. (She can take it, don't worry!!!)
Gets all flustered whenever you carry her around. "Your frame is perfect to carry around, Cee!" - and you then are met with all the praises and compliments in the world from her.
Arcee is ready to go after anyone who is mean and tries to say something bad about your big frame - you are perfect! And as the Pits she will let anyone say anything bad about it!
If you are comfortable with it, she will always keep her servo on your hips, thighs or aft.
BULKHEAD
A mech with a big frame with a significant other that is also a big frame? Sign him up! A powerful duo full of support and love!
He is such a gentleman, Bulkhead is over heels for you and is all ready to kiss the floor you walk on.
Your number 1 fan - loves how you show your strength and the pride and love you have for your big frame. But if you ever need some supportive words, he is ready to remind you how much he loves you.
Gets all blushy and shy when he gets to lay his helm on your thick thighs or touch them. A thigh guy definitely.
WHEELJACK
Down bad for you and a total menace.
Is not shy to flirt with you, whisper some sweet spicy nothings and grope here and there (only if you had consented and feel comfy with it, of course!)
Wheeljack is a danger to society, whistles at you and even howls when you show off your hips, thighs, chest or your whole frame in general. (Please, sit on my face coded.)
SMOKESCREEN
Primus. This mech loves you like crazy.
He is a constant "look at my hot S/O!" and enlist every little thing that he loves about your frame, your personality, your everything! Your number #1 fan.
While Smokescreen would be all over the moon to have you sit on his lap, he also melts and gets all shy if you have him sitting on your own lap. He would even be all like "Oh my, such a beautiful bot is flirting with me!" and you two had been dating for a long while, what a silly goose.
ULTRA MAGNUS
Another painfully shy bot, tries desperately to always keep himself collected and serious. But when you are around he gets all anxiously-lovestruck and even more if you pay attention to him!
Needs an extra push to have him put his servos over you - even if you had already told him that it was okay to touch, Ultra Magnus wishes to be nothing but the best for you.
When you two are alone, he feels in heaven having you on his lap, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings to you. Wants you to sit on his face wHO SAID THAT
CLIFFJUMPER
Is like a middle between Wheeljack and Bumblebee - Loudly expresses his love for you but is also veeeryyy romantic for it (sometimes silly, but it's because he loves you so much).
Cliffjumper is always eager to carry you around as much as possible (if he is able to, of course, but he'll try!!) Even more if you had ever expressed not linking your frame and wished to be smaller in shape. Not on his watch! He is ready to make his sweetspark feel beautiful!
If you have a big chestplate he is constantly resting his helm on it, too. "Let me help you, babe - they look heavy." (Just another menace)
MEGATRON
Y'all watch out - Megatron is all in to leave bite marks, grope and what not to any type of thickness you have.
He loathes the idea of others staring at your plump assets and is very possessive. Snarls and growls but at your touch he is quick to melt (and sometimes bark as he wants a bite of that cake!)
Always has you sitting on his lap. And he will actually make you sit on his face.
STARSCREAM
The size difference has him going wiiild but it's too flustered to touch, move, or even breathe the same air you breathe.
If he ever hears someone talk bad about your frame, he goes full banshee and destroys whoever spoke ill about you (Verbally or physically? Who knows, but he destroys in your name).
Starscream becomes all blushy and shy if you hug him or have him sit on your lap, lay on your thighs or rest his helm on your chestplate.
Needs to,,, to have his helm crushed,,, b by your thighs
SOUNDWAVE
Would definitely tease you by groping your aft or thighs with his tentacles (w/ consent of courseee)
Whenever you are all alone with him, Soundwave would request to be allowed to caress your frame with his digits - it makes his spark flutter.
Takes photos of you and shows them to you - you always look drop dead gorgeous in them.
KNOCKOUT
The most hot couple of them all fr fr
Knockout is always praising you and giving you every single love nickname in the book, holds you close and just showers you in kisses.
Another menace - is happy to grope your aft, thighs and give you the most berthroom optics while resting his chin on your chest.
"My soon-to-be-conjux is better than yours" mech.
BREAKDOWN
He is a gentlemech to the heart, but when possible and in the mood, Breakdown becomes a menace.
Whistles whenever he gets to see you kick afts, you look so hot!
He would also be the type of significant other to always have one of his servos on your aft or hips. Always.
SHOCKWAVE
Your frame type is NOT illogical. It's PERFECTION.
You are the only one to see this mech actually prove he has feelings - Shockwave always sighs enamoured whenever he places his optic on you.
Big chest couple... just sAYING-
AIRACHNID
You are her most precious treasure from her collection.
Will be a menace by touching, pinching or groping any thickness of your frame and even purr when she catches you getting all shy.
Airachnid would love to cuddle and show you off to others.
Just like Megatron, she is all in on marking you.
PREDAKING, DARKSTEEL & SKYLYNX
Predaking prefers your hips and thighs, is always snuggling his helm against them and whispering sweet nothings to you.
Darksteel is more an aft mech, his praises are full of dirty talking and is all eager to mark you.
Skylynx loves your chest, is more bashful at the idea of touching it but melts in the moment when you allow him to lay his helm on it.
DREADWING & SKYQUAKE
Dreadwing would be like Breakdown - is a gentlemech that gets all over you at any display of your strength or showing off your frame with pride. But he is also eager to keep a servo over you or leave a mark.
Skyquake another menace who is ready to throw servos at whoever stares at you for too long or says something bad about your frame. You are hot, perfect and his.
VEHICONS
They are always gushing about you.
They are all ready and eager to please you to be allowed at the end of the day to touch or just feel your frame close to theirs.
The Vehicons are your own fan club, but all of them are painfully shy - show off your frame and soon they will get all ready to get active.
Who was going to fucking tell me about Makeshift? My fatass didn't remember him (still not adding him tho) (ﾉ*･ω･)ﾉ Vhaos out!
Not an ask, just wanted to wish you a nice week and to thank you for taking care of us all, really glad I found this blog 💐
Aww! Thank you!
Soft
TFP Cliffjumper x Reader
• Turning slightly at the sound of Arcee’s voice, he watches the femme’s head tip back slightly as if exasperated before she’s making a cutting gesture and she’s too far away for him to pick up the conversation. But the almost smile quirking her lips as the little human who’s courting her smiles up at her is telling. For all her annoyed huffing about this whole situation, he can see through her so easily. That she’s starting to soften some toward the human.
• And he gets it. Knows that after millennia of war, after losing so many people that matter to you, it’s easier to put up defenses to protect yourself. Also knows that letting others in, being vulnerable, makes life a lot more bearable. Arcee, though? For all her attitude, competent skill, and indifference, he can still see the frightened femme that had frozen on her very first battlefield, overwhelmed by the noise, the chaos, and unable to pick a target to focus on. “Sir? Are you Cliffjumper?” Startling from his memories, he looks down and there’s a human staring up at him.
• “Depends on why you’re asking,” he says and You can’t tell if he’s joking or serious as you smile weakly. ‘I’d like to take care of you if that’s okay, sir?’ He’s not even on the bigger size compared to some of these guys, but he’s still much bigger than you. And his head tips, those horns on his helm glinting in the sunlight as blue optics study you. “How can I say no to an offer like that?” He answers, crouching to surprise you into backing up a step. “You have a name?”
• Smiling as you answer him, that nervousness is kind of adorable. But then, a lot of the potential conjunxes are skittish around Cybertronians. Makes him wonder why you’d pick him over your own kind. Some kind of status thing? Does being claimed and bonded to a Cybertronian change your caste? Or do humans even do that? Doesn’t really know anything about your kind. Or maybe you’re just after strength? A conjunx that can protect you. Could just be as simple as a survival thing, he guesses. “Was it the horns?” He guesses and you just blink up at him. Though maybe it’s his paint. The bright red may have drawn you to him.
• Was what the horns? He’s just staring expectantly at you and you nervously pick at your coverall sleeve. “I like the horns,” you say uncertainly. “They’re um, very prominent?” Have no idea if you’re complimenting or insulting him. The intake slideshows hadn’t covered this at all. You’d just assumed he’d report to his stall, you’d wash him, and he’d leave. And he barks out a laugh at your answer, looking pleased as you weakly smile. ‘They’re impressive, aren’t they?’ He asks and you think maybe he’s teasing you. “Very, sir,” you answer, at a loss.
mindless touches & other sentiments [cliffjumper, kup, & ironhide]
though it takes a lot of patience and reassuring, cliffjumper actually enjoys physical touch more than one would assume. 99% of it is behind closed doors, where he tangles his limbs with yours in a more relaxed setting. if you’re working on homework/job responsibilities, he’s partial to having his head in your lap as his arms wind around your waist, completely still. more than half the time you think he’s fallen asleep, but whenever you slightly shift or wriggle to soothe and ache he’s mumbling into your knee “am I makin’ you uncomfortable?” your answer is always no, never, but cliff will still re-position himself before gently dropping his head back into your lap. eventually, when you finish your work, he will tug you downward until you're wrangled to his side an his helm rests on your shoulder.
he absolutely does the thing where he puts his elbow on your head every so often. it isn’t so much meant as a tease, perhaps the first couple of times, but then he realizes you actually find it hilarious. you smile stupidly every time he does it, but he considers this the one percent out of the other 99%. this is the one instance where he’d subconsciously display public affection, as the two of you are attached at the hip. cliffjumper doesn’t even lean any of his weight there, it’s just a silent acknowledgment of your presence if he’s in the middle of something. more than likely getting chewed out about a reckless stunt he pulled or half-listening to instructions to which you provide an elbow to his side. he jumps to attention, but not without sticking his tongue out at you first.
definitely would carry you around at his front, where your legs would settle around his waist and arms around his neck. his hands position on the bottom of your thighs, and this is how you two would maneuver around his room or end up if he's sitting at his desk. while cliffjumper is the furthest from a overly affectionate bot, he still appreciates the instances where when he seeks your touch and you have no hesitation to provide it. if anything, he's just happy to be in your presence, and any time you're apart for longer than the usual typically weighs pretty hard on him. it's just something he's gotten used to, but in the best way possible. it takes a lot of convincing early on in your relationship that no, he isn't asking too much, not at all.
don't talk to kup about anything regarding the fact he always is, politely, running his fingers up the length of your leg. king of: "i don't do that." yes, he does, and anytime you bring it up he is so quick to tell you to knock it off in a playful manner. it’s more so if you’re sitting and he’s occupied with something else, he first will motion for you to come closer, and then his hand will just stay there. you have to keep your laughter to yourself, or else he slides his hand higher up to your side, even after you plead for him to leave it there. his pout doesn’t last very long (he doesn’t do that either, apparently) as kup will have his digits back there after a few minutes, but this will include poking and nudging every so often, all in good fun.
it's an often occurrence that you doze off with kup, or vice versa. it's often at night where visits transpire, so as the hours pass by, exhaustion overtakes after a long day. he doesn't mind, he wants you to get the right amount of rest in the correct time frame. he understands it's certainly much needed, but once you’re curled up in a ball up against his side, he is heavily distracted by how warm you are. it's like someone had flipped a switch, he's suddenly tired and you look so comfortable like that. begrudgingly, he'd wrap up whatever he was working on as quickly and efficiently as possible, before tossing it to the side and taking a break himself. when you wake up, for the most part before he does, his arm is in your lap as he rests beside you, unmoving. he’s displaying just how much he trusts you, dropping his guard so easily whilst trying to furl himself further around you.
makes it his mission to fluster you to the point of no return. your cheeks become hot and rosy in color, and will migrate to the tips of your ears the longer he goes on. you try to return the gesture, attempting to do the same for him but he always out-do’s you. calls you pretty/handsome/beautiful any chance he can get, making sure you know it and remember it. if you were to ever disagree, “I look like a mess today,” or “I just woke up-” no, no, not true, and you aren’t going anywhere until you agree that he’s right. kup won’t have it, you’re perfect just the way you are, slightly disheveled or not.
ironhide does many things old-school, though his sentiments are often displays you don't even realize at first. he mixes cassettes and adds songs that come across his radio that you have an excited reaction to, or know every word to. he definitely won't upgrade his stereo, stubbornness has him entrapped, but 'hide loves it when you find cassettes and leave them in his glovebox. he likes driving around, windows down as music hums behind your conversations, ranging from nonsense to intimate thoughts. he's not extremely vocal (at least in lovey regards), but you know you are well loved just by his silent actions.
he is definitely a culprit of having his hand on your back, sometimes not even quite touching you, but just lingering nearby. ironhide is also your 'scary dog privilege', mostly unknowingly to him: "i don't know what that means". if he's standing behind you, it's more than likely he has his arms crossed and a stoic look on his face. nobody is going to bother you or give you any sort of problems on or off his watch, but his mindless touch can mean several different things. he trusts you, he's subconsciously looking out for you, and wants your attention. if you were to ask to join his company, he'd always answer: "what kind of question is that? 'course I do." ironhide looks for you in every room he enters, he'd like to have your company every hour of every day if he could.
also likes to draw circles/shapes on your back, but that is for a more private setting. though, this action is mostly done in instances where he's occupied with something else, and it's to wordlessly allow you to rest. he can tell when you're tired or just need a moment of peace and quiet, and uses the pad of his thumb to skim over the back of your shirt, sloppy shapes adhering to your skin with his warm touch. ironhide is an old man but he listens, he knows what you like and only wants for you to be happy. he pays attention, and is fully aware that you have him wrapped around your finger, yet you never seem to take advantage of the fact.
Cliffjumper. Valveplug. Minors dni. Fem reader. No foreplay we goin' in.
The feel of velvet flesh squeezing Cliffjumper’s spike had him shuddering slightly. Letting out a guttural groan as he manages to slide some of himself in. Human valve was incredibly tight– yet so soft and warm. He knew he’d have to go slow the entire time. He didn’t mind that. If he went any faster he’d have overloaded by now.
“Primus… that’s so tight…” He murmurs to himself. He shifts his hips forward slightly, keeping his thrusts short and soft. Beneath him was the human woman. The woman that he had become rather personable with.
She was nice. And very curious of Cybertronians and their planet. So much so she had asked Cliffjumper to share this intimate moment with her. It was funny. It wasn’t like he had thought about it. Then again, he didn’t not think about it either. He hadn’t realized until the question left her lips, a sheepish look on her face that their friendship was heading that way.
Frankly, he felt honored to be chosen. This human had built a rapport with a number of autobots. And he wasn’t the only shortstack of the team after all. A few times being mistaken for Bumblebee, but that's because he was just more popular. That stuff didn't matter to Cliffjumper, not with the war going on. But it did stroke his ego a tiny bit to be asked of this. Besides, the autobots were deserted on this pale blue dot indefinitely. No sign of deceptions anywhere in this star’s system either. So, in the meantime, Cliffjumper would indulge in this. Just a bit. Agreeing to do so in the privacy of her somewhat rural home.
He could feel his spike rubbing up against the walls of his human friend. The red bot shudders, doing his best to keep composure and control himself. In the past, due to his smaller size, he had often been the one being spiked. Again, he didn't mind it. But It was rare for him to be given the lead. Being given the chance to show what he can do. How cybertronians do it. He was determined to not give a bad performance. He would not waste this opportunity to make her feel amazing.
She whimpers while her legs wrap around his hips as best as she could manage. The size difference between the two was the best part of all this, but it did come with some pitfalls. To mitigate this, Cliffjumper grabs her ankles. Being careful to use a gentle grip and spread her legs further, raising them slightly. Slowly, his spike buried deeper. At just the right point too he guessed. She arched her back and shivered.
His spike had ridges of plating that caressed the sensitive entrance of her body as he had made that slow, deeper push. Her body stretched slightly to take Cliffjumper in. The delicious feeling of being stretched further than any average human with a dick could. It gave her a mix of both external and internal pleasure. These sensations had her squirm, her hands grasping at the blanket underneath and her shoulders tensing. A hiss of an inhale between her teeth.
“You okay?” The red bot asked in a low murmur close to her face. His frame hunching over slightly to watch her closely during this moment.
She nods hastily, a slight pleased grin forming on her face, “Yeah… Yeah that was so good. Do it again, Cliffjumper.” She adds his name to the end to encourage him.
He acknowledges her request with a nod. Slowly, he pulls his hips back and pushes in again to the same depth just as before. Doing so results in a pleased hum coming from her beneath him. A grunt leaving his voicebox as well. Eventually, he finds a slow and steady rhythm to use. Careful, and considerate.
Her hand comes up to caress along the intricate seams along his frame. Her fingers sliding up until she reaches his faceplate. It was surprisingly tender. His optics meet her eyes.
“I won’t break y’know… You can go a bit faster.” She utters to the autobot.
Cliffjumper’s jaw tightens slightly, “If you say so…” He says in a low rumble and a nod. Holding himself up with his forearms at both sides of her. He takes in an vent and increases his tempo just enough to not overwhelm her or himself. It was a tricky rhythm to find. Her breathing got louder with each press and her eyes began to shut. The red bot smirks a bit to himself slightly.
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Not finishing cuz i ran out of ideas. But I felt like Cliffjumper needed a lil love.
